It’s been a hot minute since I sat down to blog, but here we are. Together again. Let’s talk about mom envy for a second. We all have it from time to time, but today my mom envy game is strong. I’m seeing all of these back to school photos on social media and I’m sooooooo green – green with mom envy.
We began homeschooling our girls in January of this year, so this will be our first full year of it. It is my first “back to school photo” season where I’m just a spectator. It is the first season of ” I’ve been with you all day every day for the entire summer and now its time to send you….wait….no…..now I get to send you nowhere and spend all the other days with you too.” It’s hard. I’d be lying if I haven’t questioned our decision to homeschool a million times over these past few weeks. I haven’t questioned it for the good of my children, but for the good of their mom. Sometimes I just don’t want to. If you have read any of my previous blogs from their early years, you know that I did not aspire to be a homeschool mom. Some moms just know homeschooling is their destiny and their deepest desire. They are the moms I would have said are, to quote my dad, ‘nuttier than a goober bush’. I was not that mom. I’m still not that mom. In fact, I was so opposite from that mom that I planned my first-day-of-kindergarten-celebration YEARS in advance. It was a glorious day. I loved that day and all the other days my husband was at work, my children were at school, and I was home alone for a few hours. I love them all SO much, but I’m wired to need a pause. I don’t get bored. I’ve never been bored a day in my life. I can nap or netflix and chill all day, every day and never get bored. I love alone time. I also love my girlfriend time while kids are at school. I like lunches and shopping trips. I love day dates with my husband. I love cleaning how I want to clean and to the degree that I like it done. I love cleaning and then not having to re-clean 10 minutes later. You moms and dads ALL know what I’m talking about with the summer children at home.
BUT THEN GOD. I HATE when God throws a kink in MY plans- when he chooses to refine me in the most inconvenient of ways.
Our girls began exhibiting some learning difficulties during their 3rd grade year. These difficulties made STAAR testing extremely stressful for them. The anxiety levels were out of control and we began hearing “I’m just stupid. I’ll never be able to do this” over and over again. Couple that with extremely long days of school followed by excruciating hours of homework at night and the Buchanan girls AND THEIR MAMA were falling apart. We tried switching schools to get some help with what was going on, but it didn’t alleviate anything. We weren’t able to get the help we needed and things just got more exhausting and worrisome. I remember running on the treadmill ALONE one day when the thought of homeschool popped in my head. What I viewed as a random act of violence against my quiet days was really the Lord laying something so beautiful on my heart. I just couldn’t see it or fathom it then.
After many back and forth conversations, feeling like SURELY I must be gravely ill with a brain tumor for considering the mere thought of homeschooling, lots of hyperventilating into a paper bag, and prayer we decided to take the plunge. It was a BIG, MAMMOTH-SIZED plunge for me. Sometimes people feel inadequate to teach their children the curriculum. That wasn’t it for me. I didn’t want to spend all day with my children. I know, I actually said that out-loud. But seriously, who loves to listen to arguing all day? Who loves to do really difficult things all day every day with no breaks? Who loves the exhausting job of so many words to discipline, guide, and direct little people all day? I don’t love words all day. I still don’t love it. It’s the SELF part of this gig that I have to die to every single day, multiple times per day. Even on great days of little arguing or discipline, my beautiful almost 11 year olds love ALL THE WORDS.
So, we decided to do this thing. When I do a thing, I don’t just do a thing. To my husband’s dismay, I DO A THING. We turned our extra bedroom into a school room/ office for me (yes, I also work. I’m a lunatic. Carry on.). Its cute, very feng shui. Maybe its feng shui, I don’t actually know, but it sounds fancy. I got the lavender diffusing to inspire calmness of our female hormones. We got all the things. Homeschooling was not the most cost-effective option, but alas we jumped in. I told everyone I was excited but secretly I was looking in the mirror thinking, ” What in God’s name have you done?” *interpreted: “WHY GOD, WHY?”
After what ended up being the best semester of our academic and relational lives, I can tell you “why”. I know exactly why God had us do it. I don’t love every day. My kids still argue and sass me. I don’t know if the “how long” will be forever but I do know it’s for now. Every family has a different “why”. Here is ours in no particular order:
- My children are flourishing. Academics are going great, but that’s not the flourishing I’m talking about. The anxiety is gone. The side-effects of the anxiety are gone. They are HAPPY.
- I KNOW my children now in a way I didn’t and couldn’t before. I have always wanted to cultivate deep, deep relationships with my girls. I’ve dreamed of 15 years down the road when they are excited to come home and revere mom as a dear friend. We were not headed down that road seeing each other 2 hours/day. It’s possible to do it, but for us, it wasn’t happening between homework fights and extra-curricular activities. Now, I truly do enjoy them in a way I never imagined possible. They are amazing, wonderful, precious girls, which obviously I always knew. They are now a tad less spicy than they used to be.
- Sunshine. We like the sunshine in this family and now we can enjoy it all day every day if we want. It makes us happy and probably one day wrinkly, but we love it.
- Discipleship. We are believers in Christ. My girls have both made a profession of faith. My husband and I are their primary guides (in the flesh) of what that faith looks like day-to-day. If I don’t see them, I can’t guide them in that. It’s important to me. It’s always been important to me in theory, but now our lives are structured in such a way that I prioritize it.
- God told me to do it. I both hate and love this reason, but ultimately in my opinion, its the only one that matters.
Here is our “why not” as in, this is NOT why we homeschool:
- I love it– While I love the benefits, I don’t always love the day to day work of it. I’m often tired and have expended my desired number of words by 10:00 am.
- We want to protect our kids from the world – Some may, but our desire is not to shield our girls from the big, bad things around them. I’m not fearful that someone is going to shoot them up in a public school classroom. I’m not fearful they will hear curse words. I’m not fearful someone will make fun of them for being a Christian or challenge their faith. I’m not worried about people who are different than us. Those things are out of my control. I want them to learn to LIVE WITH, COOPERATE WITH, COMMUNICATE WITH, and LOVE all the people in this big, bad, messed up world. Their faith in God is their own relationship that they are responsible for. I cultivate it as best I can, but at the end of the day, they will choose to draw near to Him and live a life reflective of Christ, or they won’t and they will take it up with their Savior. Shielding them will only yield ill-prepared adults. I desire to walk through all bad, scary, confusing things with them, not protect them from them. *** steps off soapbox
- I think it is the only or best schooling option. – Clearly I don’t. Some can, some can’t. Some should, some definitely shouldn’t. I think educated is best. Public, private, or home. Makes no difference to me.
So, we homeschool. We are a homeschool family. I sometimes still laugh saying it out loud. Here is what I’ve come up with to soothe my broken “no back to school send-off” heart:
We can dream of calm, lavender-filled days, but we know the reality will come. I’m prepared with a list of all the things I don’t want to do myself. Control your sassiness, arguing, and attitude or you get to do all the things nobody wants to do.
It’s also not lost on me that my choice verse for our chore chart addresses murmuring, which I’ve been doing about not sending my kids away to school. Noted. Praying now.
The school year is upon us all. We are tackling 5th grade and double pre-teen hormones in this house. May the odds be ever in your favor.